The next night, the Prince of Zion tried to summon demons again.

This time, he's summoning a demon he once worked with.

Conventionally, such demons are supposed to be very easy to summon - demons are keen to engage in long-term "business" with humans, and if one transaction is successful, they will be eager to pursue a second one. Through seemingly profitable transactions again and again, it constantly pollutes people's hearts, and eventually induces people to fall, sign long-term contracts with it, and even become its kind.

Of course, the Prince of Zion knew these truths. He didn't plan to trade with the same demon multiple times, and even according to his plan, he could only trade with the same demon once to ensure safety.

But the new demon does not respond to his call, and he can only try to summon the demon he once worked with.

It's dangerous, but Prince Zion thinks that just once shouldn't be a big deal...... bar.

However, to his surprise, even the demons he had worked with did not respond to his call.

"What's going on?" Looking at the burned out of the small incense burner that had been placed in front of the lamb he had just killed, Prince Zion looked dazed, "Did something go wrong with my summoning ritual?"

He carefully recalled, comparing every step of his summoning process, and found no problems.

The ritual should be right.

So what's the problem?

He thought about it for a long time, and finally made up his mind.

A few days later, a down-and-out little homeless man in Trella learned a secret from an old homeless man who had been beaten with a stick and was about to die.

A secret ritual of selling part of one's life in exchange for wealth and power.

The old homeless man told him the secret and died, and when he was dying, he regretted it very much, and kept complaining that "I should exchange this useless life for something good" and "I will be poor all my life, and I will do nothing good". The little tramp was ignorant and could not understand his pain, but he was deeply infected.

What is the use of living a poor life? If you can live a good life of wealth and power, even if you live a few years less, it doesn't matter!

So he began to try to complete the secret ritual.

The whole ritual was simple, with strange patterns, spells, and sacrifices. A few days later, the little tramp quietly went out of the city, stole a chicken in the countryside, and then used the chicken as a sacrifice to complete the ritual.

It was a gloomy night without moon and stars, and as he finished his ritual with thatch, mud, and his own hair, and the chicken as a sacrifice, a deep shadow rose under the great tree where he was hiding.

The little tramp was overjoyed, and was about to open his mouth to make a promise, when a golden light shot from behind and penetrated his body.

The Prince of Zion, who had been watching nearby, arrived quickly with two faithful dead men armed with sacred artifacts purchased from the Church of the God of Light.

The shadow did not dissipate, it was a projection of some powerful demon, containing a tiny trace of demonic strength and will. It doesn't care about losing that, as long as it makes it enjoyable.

So, when the prince came to it, it seemed very indifferent.

But as soon as the prince spoke, it froze.

"Are you interested in talking about business?" asked the prince, "I will give you some sacrifices, and you will help me to improve the abilities of my two men." ”

The demon who turned into a shadow looked at the human in front of him suspiciously, according to its experience, after the human killed the person who summoned him, he should speak ill of himself, why did he talk about business as soon as he opened his mouth?

No demon would refuse "business", though.

"Of course you can, but you can't just say yes to this kind of thing, you have to make an agreement. The demon replied, "Unless you send the sacrifice now, there is an agreement that you will not find me until you have prepared the sacrifice." ”

"You have a point, so how can you agree?" asked the prince, rejoicing in his heart.

The demon was equally happy in his heart, although the situation was different from his usual experience, but it would go so smoothly, which he had rarely encountered before.

There was a wriggling in the shadows, and a piece of parchment with strange symbols and words fell.

The prince hesitated slightly, gauged the risks he might encounter, and went up anyway, and caught the parchment.

This parchment may contain demonic blasphemous powers, but at least until you sign it, it can't really hurt yourself, at most it pollutes your own breath a little, and you can get rid of it completely by finding a temple and praying.

But when he took the parchment, and before he could study it, the demon in the shadows was already screaming like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"How so?!" the demon let out a scream of surprise and even panic, "No! no! no!"

"What's wrong with you?" asked the prince, puzzled, vaguely sensing that he had come into contact with some secret.

The demon regained his composure and let out an ugly laugh, "Oh, I can't make a deal with you—no one dares to make a deal with you. There is a great being who has cast his eye on you, and no one dares to risk being unpleasant to have anything to do with you. You don't have to sign that agreement, I declare it null and void!"

After saying this, the parchment in the prince's hand suddenly burst into flames, and in an instant it burned clean, and there was not even a trace of ash left.

The prince was a little anxious and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"No, no, no, you don't need to know what's going on. The demon replied, "Anyway, as long as you live as you were, I won't interfere in your life, just because we haven't met!"

With that, the shadow dissipated violently, and the demon left.

The prince stood still, his face full of doubt.

This time, he had lured the homeless man to summon a well-known demon. It is known for its greed, and at the slightest opportunity, it will try to seduce people, and do everything in its power to make people fall, which is a very dangerous type in the devil.

In the past, the prince knew how to summon it, but never tried to summon it - because this guy was too dangerous.

But...... Even this dangerous guy is respectful of himself......

What's going on here?

The prince groaned for a long time before leaving with his men. After he returned, he looked up a lot of information to understand what had happened to him.

It took months, until his father's health was deteriorating and he finally decided to arrange a succession ceremony, that he finally got a clue from an elderly priest who didn't know if it was useful.

Evil will retreat in the face of greater evil, and the world of demons is more respectful and inferior than the human world. When a person is targeted by a powerful demon, to a certain extent, he has the ability to make the little demons retreat.

In light of his own situation, the prince felt that perhaps ...... That's the answer to the question......

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